never stops teaching.
Journaling for awareness. Growing for life.
Two weeks ago Monday, after the rigmarole of getting up and out in the morning—breakfast, school drop offs, a quick grocery run, and so forth—I took fifteen minutes to enjoy my cup of tea in the little garden bed in front of my house. I sat on the grass breathing in the steam from my mug and clearing my head of its busy thinking. There I noticed a little pink rose peeking out from under some heartier salvia branches. It was the first bloom on the young plant, tilting its head into the light. I was inclined to whisper, I see you, the way one might to a child playing peekaboo, but instead I just marveled at the quiet miracle …